The moment his mouth touches mine, I’m sinking into his hold. I’m needy, seeking out his tongue with mine. Fisting my hands into his shirt, I keep him close.
He’s controlling the pace. I want more, but he’s moving slow. Probably something I should be aware of, given the fact that we’re in a restaurant, but I don’t seem to care right now.
I want Marcus, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get him tonight.
“Delicious.” Marcus pulls back, licking his lips. Heat is racing through me. I’m ready to pack up our entire dinner and head home after one kiss.
Goose bumps pebble my skin as Marcus and I makeour way through the oysters. The longer we sit here, the antsier I’m getting.
By the time our meals are placed in front of us, I’m rushing to finish.
“You know you can slow down, right?” Marcus says on a laugh, drinking his water.
“I know. But what if I don’t want to?”
“Why wouldn’t you want to?” Marcus carefully cuts off a bite of his own dish and pops it in his mouth. He chews thoughtfully without saying a word to me. “You doing okay, Harper?”
“You know exactly what you’re doing to me, Marcus.”
He smiles, cutting off another bite and eating it. “Turnabout is fair play, Harper.”
Finishing off my wine, I wipe my mouth and set the napkin down on my empty plate. “I know you’d hate for me to have to call a rideshare home and get started without you.”
“That’s just mean.”
I smirk back at him. “What’d you say? Turnabout is fair play?”
Marcus pulls out his wallet and drops more than enough bills on the table to cover the meal.
“Get your ass in the car, Harper, because I am ready to have my way with you.”
I have never moved faster.
Chapter Twenty-One
MARCUS
Fuck. Me.
I cannot get to Harper’s place fast enough. I’m pushing ten over the speed limit—something I never do—but I can’t help it. The minute I saw Harper tonight, I wanted to throw our plans out the window.
Dinner? Who needs to eat when they have Harper looking like a dream?
It wasn’t just the top she was wearing, hinting at what’s underneath. Those damn leather leggings of hers have been driving me wild all night. They cling to her every curve. Curves I want to feel under my hands.
Harper is sitting with her hands under her thighs as I drive us back to her place. I don’t know why I chose a place so far away. It seems no matter how close we get, it only gets farther and farther away.
I can’t wait that long.
Finding an empty stretch of road—thank God the restaurant was outside the city—I spot a small, deserted clearing and throw the SUV in park.
“What are we doing?” Harper asks, looking confused.
Unbuckling my seatbelt, I turn to face her. “I can’t wait a minute longer. Can you?”
Her teeth sink into her plush, bottom lip. Lips I want to feel wrapped around the head of my cock.
“No.”
